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Nation A is involved in an accident and ends up in a coma. Nation B is worried about Nation A, that is, until they discover Nation A's soul is sharing their body, creating a split-personality.
Although I'm open to any pairing, my Bonus:
Denmark is Nation A, Norway as Nation B
But Author can use whatever pairing they like
Although I'm open to any pairing, my Bonus:
Denmark is Nation A, Norway as Nation B
But Author can use whatever pairing they like
Oh god, I should be writing my essay, but the IDEAS...!
Seconding like a mad thing for now, might take a stab at this once I have a chance
Seconding like a mad thing for now, might take a stab at this once I have a chance
Hong Kong is jealous of England's relations with another nation, driving him to deliciously yandere actions. HK doesn't have to be crazy for England in a romantic sense; I'd actually prefer it if it was a father/son relationship. Though you can never have enough UKHK...
Blood and gore is appreciated~
Bonus o1: HK refers to England as 'daddy'
Bonus o2: The other nation is China and there is FAMILY DRAMA~
Blood and gore is appreciated~
Bonus o1: HK refers to England as 'daddy'
Bonus o2: The other nation is China and there is FAMILY DRAMA~
China had a list. Not an official list of course, but it was still a list. He'd started it a few centuries ago when it seemed that a few of his family members had an avid interest in his life. And not in a good sense either. Various names had occupied the number one spot over the years. Not once had Hong Kong occupied it, though. It looked like his list was past due for revision. "Hong Kong, I really think you need to put down the knife aru." Despite the blood soaking his pant leg, he managed to dodge the explosion to his left. "And the firecrackers aru!"
"Firecrackers are so pretty, aren't they? All light, and noise, and sound. And then nothing. Have you ever wanted to be a firecracker, big brother?"
The list definately needed revised. And some fast thinking needed to be done. Who'd have thought that in a modern era of guns and weapons of mass destruction that his greatest threat would be a knife and a fistful of firecrackers? The irony was not lost on him. "I do not like firecrackers that much...Korea invented them after all, aru."
Hong Kong chuckled at the joke. "If he heard you say that, even in a jest, he'd be thrilled. But I'm not jesting."
The firecracker was too close, even though he dodged it the sparks burned his skin. "What are you trying to accomplish, aru?"
"It's really simple, brother. You should know, because you wrote it." When the other nation didn't respond, Hong Kong smiled a cold smile before elaborating. "Kill one to warn a hundred."
China dodged another firework, and nearly missed that it was a faint. He brought his arm up in time to block the stab to his chest, but the knife dug through skin and muscle until it hit bone. "Aru!" Tears of pain blurred his vision. Ignoring the pain in his leg he used it to kick blindly at his attacker. The broken bone shifted further, tearing at things from the inside out. A grunt of pain told him the attack had not missed, though. He ripped his arm free of the knife, placing a safer distance between them as he blinked through the tears to clear his sight. "What exactly is my death a warning about, aru?"
The kick had not been his best, but he was pleased by the pained expression on Hong Kong's face as he snapped the kneecap back into position. "You were too close to him. You...I never thought you were who I had to worry about. But suddenly you were too close, and I won't allow it!" He pointed the knife forward again.
"Too close to who, aru?"
Hong Kong lit another firecracker, and in the darkness around them the sparking light of the flame as it ate it's way slowly down the wick made him look all the more malevolent. "England. Nobody's allowed to be that close to Daddy but me..."
And as the events of the past week suddenly made all too disturbing sense to him, China realized the likelyhood of escaping this encounter had just gotten frighteningly low.
....I don't normally do horror. Which this kind of became. And, um...this is sort of starting at the end. I meant it to be a mini fill, but it's morphed into something more and I have no explanation for that. I apologize if it's not quite up to what OP wanted. As I said, I don't normally do horror or anything like that so...yah...
"Firecrackers are so pretty, aren't they? All light, and noise, and sound. And then nothing. Have you ever wanted to be a firecracker, big brother?"
The list definately needed revised. And some fast thinking needed to be done. Who'd have thought that in a modern era of guns and weapons of mass destruction that his greatest threat would be a knife and a fistful of firecrackers? The irony was not lost on him. "I do not like firecrackers that much...Korea invented them after all, aru."
Hong Kong chuckled at the joke. "If he heard you say that, even in a jest, he'd be thrilled. But I'm not jesting."
The firecracker was too close, even though he dodged it the sparks burned his skin. "What are you trying to accomplish, aru?"
"It's really simple, brother. You should know, because you wrote it." When the other nation didn't respond, Hong Kong smiled a cold smile before elaborating. "Kill one to warn a hundred."
China dodged another firework, and nearly missed that it was a faint. He brought his arm up in time to block the stab to his chest, but the knife dug through skin and muscle until it hit bone. "Aru!" Tears of pain blurred his vision. Ignoring the pain in his leg he used it to kick blindly at his attacker. The broken bone shifted further, tearing at things from the inside out. A grunt of pain told him the attack had not missed, though. He ripped his arm free of the knife, placing a safer distance between them as he blinked through the tears to clear his sight. "What exactly is my death a warning about, aru?"
The kick had not been his best, but he was pleased by the pained expression on Hong Kong's face as he snapped the kneecap back into position. "You were too close to him. You...I never thought you were who I had to worry about. But suddenly you were too close, and I won't allow it!" He pointed the knife forward again.
"Too close to who, aru?"
Hong Kong lit another firecracker, and in the darkness around them the sparking light of the flame as it ate it's way slowly down the wick made him look all the more malevolent. "England. Nobody's allowed to be that close to Daddy but me..."
And as the events of the past week suddenly made all too disturbing sense to him, China realized the likelyhood of escaping this encounter had just gotten frighteningly low.
....I don't normally do horror. Which this kind of became. And, um...this is sort of starting at the end. I meant it to be a mini fill, but it's morphed into something more and I have no explanation for that. I apologize if it's not quite up to what OP wanted. As I said, I don't normally do horror or anything like that so...yah...
Every so often, Romano calls up Turkey to get what he can't get from Spain--a rough fuck with some humiliation mixed in. Whether or not Spain finds out is up to you.
Wrote this completely on a whim. I hope OP likes, sorry if it isn't longer and it doesn't have any trace of plot. Also I hope I wasn't too heavy-handed with the humiliation. Half of it now, half coming tomorrow I hope. I'm just too tired to go on rn.
When he opens the door, Romano looks up at him with his huge green eyes, all belligerence. Turkey smiles at him, and Romano shoves him aside and stomps inside without a word.
An outsider would never guess this is foreplay.
Turkey closes the door behind him. He makes the key in the keyhole click loudly, because Romano's back will always, always shiver at this, at the sudden realization that he's alone here with Turkey and no way of escaping.
Like this isn't exactly what he wants.
The first time around, it took forever to Turkey to understand what he wanted. Romano had appeared spontaneously on his door one day, his face dusted with red, speaking only with half his mouth, squirming.
Turkey had let him in. He had been kind, reassuring, like he's trying hard to be to all the little ones lately.
At least until Romano had pounced on him, biting his neck hard.
Turkey had reacted on pure instinct, slamming him back against the wall, yelling "What the fuck are you doing?". Only when he looked at him then, short on breath, eyes glazed over, biting his lip, he had understood.
From that moment on, this became a ritual.
It doesn't happen often, thought. Just a couple times a year. Turkey has wondered what triggers Romano's sudden moods on more than one lazy afternoon. Maybe it's only when he and Spain fight seriously, or maybe it's the opposite, only when things were going too well, or maybe when Romano has been particularly mean and wants to pay for his sins - Christians are weird like that about sin.
In the end, Turkey doesn't really care, beside idle wondering. Since Romano isn't telling, why should he ask. This would mean intimacy - and they should never be intimate, it's an important part of the whole ritual.
Romano has stopped in the middle of the room, probably wondering why Turkey isn't following him.
Turkey looks at his tense back, held forcefully straight, slightly trembling. His eyes follow the line of the neck, the elegant arch of the shoulders and backside, to the tight ass.
He's pretty. Turkey wouldn't have agreed to such a thing if he wasn't. He's pretty in a rare way, masculine, but at the same time with a grace that's almost feminine. Turkey has to admit, the kid has grown on him - or at least, his looks.
"What the fuck are you doing, staring like that?"
"Eager, are we?" Turkey laughs. It's not his nice laughter, and he knows it. "Turn around. Look at me."
Romano does, scowling angrily - he can't obey without putting up at least some token protest, not even when it's something he wants to do - Turkey has noticed this about him. It would make him think of Greece if he allowed it.
He has his arms crossed on his chest, head tilted to the side, all defiant challenge.
Turkey walks towards him, towers over him, just enough to make him cower slightly. It's hard to guess if it is just another rehearsed part of the ritual or his honest reactions. Turkey suspects a bit of both. He also doesn't really care. The kid is pretty, and he can't escape, and something primal inside Turkey is just happy that his birthday came early this year.
They're close enough that Turkey can feel the heath coming from Romano's body. Despite the slight trembling, Romano's eyes are still defiant.
Not that Turkey minds. This is what makes it good.
"On your knees."
"Like hell. Fuck you."
"Sure I will, that's why you're here, isn't it? But first, on your knees."
"Make me." Romano smiles, the little fucking brat.
I honestly have no idea how to write that title
Where Ivan lives, it is permanately cold, snowy and overcast. Everyone else looks similar to him, white blond hair and pale skin, and life goes on as it always has.
One day, when he goes out to chop firewood, he finds a man laying in the snow that is quite different from any other: Tanned, bright, sunny blond and definitely not dressed for the weather.
Go from there, I believe in you! Sex is optional but relationship is a must.
Where Ivan lives, it is permanately cold, snowy and overcast. Everyone else looks similar to him, white blond hair and pale skin, and life goes on as it always has.
One day, when he goes out to chop firewood, he finds a man laying in the snow that is quite different from any other: Tanned, bright, sunny blond and definitely not dressed for the weather.
Go from there, I believe in you! Sex is optional but relationship is a must.
I am *in love* with this prompt. Not only to I second it,
but I'm considering filling it
but I'm considering filling it
Humans have been less than kind to the earth and to each other, and the nations' world conferences have been mostly made up of arguments. During one conference, they are suddenly sent into the future by...something, and end up exploring the dystopian future of the Earth.
After spending time adventuring in the terrible future, I want to see the nations change their ways of thinking and going back to present time wishing to change the Earth's future.
Bonus: Giant mutated flesh eating insects everywhere in the future because of pollution.
Bonus 2: Nations meet their future selves.
After spending time adventuring in the terrible future, I want to see the nations change their ways of thinking and going back to present time wishing to change the Earth's future.
Bonus: Giant mutated flesh eating insects everywhere in the future because of pollution.
Bonus 2: Nations meet their future selves.
seconded, because I think that this plot is now a requirement of any show.
"Go and meet scary future and scary morose possibly scarred beyond all recognition both emotionally and physically."
That this hasn't been done yet for Hetalia is a mystery.
"Go and meet scary future and scary morose possibly scarred beyond all recognition both emotionally and physically."
That this hasn't been done yet for Hetalia is a mystery.
Korea is revealed to be an incredibly awkward virgin, and China--possibly unwillingly-- has to take charge.
BONUS: if his curl functions as an erogenous zone and China didn't know that until now.
BONUS: if his curl functions as an erogenous zone and China didn't know that until now.
Hnng;; I second this with a dying passion kink meme needs moar korea luff ;3;
Russia, America and Canada are in a working relationship (nothing creepy: no mind controlling Russia or uke Canada. Both like to top please) and their favorite kink is double penetration. However Russia and Canada never get to go together on America because he is worried about them being the two biggest nations, uh down there. Anyway, they finally convince America to try it and they are so excited that they do it at a totally inappropriate place (i.e. a social event or party, or at a meeting, though not in public, just at the location).
I would like for Canada and Russia to speak encouraging words in French and Russian respectively, which turns America on. Also it is really difficult to get started initially and they have to go really slow.
Bonus: Other nations walk in on them (or find them due to excessive noise) and someone remarks on the size issue :)
My first time at this so I hope it works. No idea if i'm doing it right! ^.^
I would like for Canada and Russia to speak encouraging words in French and Russian respectively, which turns America on. Also it is really difficult to get started initially and they have to go really slow.
Bonus: Other nations walk in on them (or find them due to excessive noise) and someone remarks on the size issue :)
My first time at this so I hope it works. No idea if i'm doing it right! ^.^
You are doing it very right, anon. Seconded! especially that bonus and the slow going at first
Hello, I’ll see you in Hell.
Putin/Russia, consensual loving smut. Any kinks.
Bonus: voyeur!Nation A who is not Belarus.
Putin/Russia, consensual loving smut. Any kinks.
Bonus: voyeur!Nation A who is not Belarus.
America shows him.
Sexy, aggressive bottom America, equally sexy big brother France topping please. No gender switch.
Sexy, aggressive bottom America, equally sexy big brother France topping please. No gender switch.
Seconded like I can't even.
Dog!Germany and Cat!Prussia -- Germany protecting Prussia
(Anonymous) 2011-03-17 03:06 am (UTC)(link)So, Cat!Prussia raised Puppy!Germany since the day they met and Puppy!Germany always saw Cat!Prussia as his mother. As Prussia used to protect him and feed him, etc. Now an older Germany sees his 'mother' being attacked by other cats and runs in to save him but is too late to prevent Prussia from losing his eye. So Germany does anything he can now to protect his wounded 'mother'.
I'd prefer a good ending where obviously Prussia doesn't die.
Maybe the two getting adopted? idk, You can run with this one anons!
I'd prefer a good ending where obviously Prussia doesn't die.
Maybe the two getting adopted? idk, You can run with this one anons!
Re: Dog!Germany and Cat!Prussia -- Germany protecting Prussia
(Anonymous) 2011-03-17 03:36 am (UTC)(link)ooo def seconded! I might try my hand, but don't hold your breath!
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(Anonymous) - 2011-09-26 22:19 (UTC) - ExpandI'd like to see a WWI or WWII AU where Ludwig is a German soldier involved in the capture/guarding of a group of Russia POWs, including Ivan. Gradually, they end up falling for each other.
Smut is loved but not required, no top/bottom preference (in truth, switching is preferred).
Did I completely imagine a strip where Russia is captured by Germany? I really thought there was one but now I can't find it...
Smut is loved but not required, no top/bottom preference (in truth, switching is preferred).
Did I completely imagine a strip where Russia is captured by Germany? I really thought there was one but now I can't find it...
Hell yes seconding this o___o
This anon wants to see America dominating England, and making him say the pledge of allegiance. No preference to country vs. human names.
(Sorry this takes so long to get to the actual kink. I got a little carried away, haha.)
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Pledge of Allegiance
England watched him with crossed arms and a scowl.
Outside the United Nations, the colorful parade of flags waved in the wind. The extensive display of national symbols represented almost every country on the planet, but there was only one America would look at. He stood at the foot of his own flag looking up.
England furrowed his large brows. How selfishly annoying that America had eyes only for himself. How dare he ignore every other flag around and stare so longingly at his own. It was creepy, England thought. America seemed to be in a trance, as his gaze remained locked on the red, white, and blue banner.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?”
England had walked up quietly, but spoke loudly, trying to annoy him with a startle. It didn’t work, and it wasn’t until he was only a few feet away that England realized that America was whispering to himself.
“What are you saying? Hey!” England waved a hand in front of America’s face. “Idiot! I’m speaking to you! Don’t you dare ignore me, damn it!”
America’s right hand was on his chest, right above his heart. His other, which had been at his side, moved up to casually knock England away. His expression didn‘t change as he continued speaking.
“Bollocks!” exclaimed England as he caught himself from falling. “Don’t shove me!”
America’s innocent smile was still there. He suddenly finished speaking, removed his hand from his heart, and then his smile abruptly disappeared.
“Don’t YOU ever interrupt me while I’m pledging allegiance,” said America. “That’s just disrespectful.”
So that‘s what America was doing, England thought. He rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot for pledging allegiance to yourself.”
America‘s smile returned again as he gave the flag a salute. “I think you should do the same!”
“Pledging allegiance to yourself is ridiculous, you dumb git.”
He continued the salute. “No. I mean pledge allegiance to the flag.”
“Of you? Ha!” England scoffed. “Good luck with that one.”
“Hey, when you’re in MY country, you should respect it. And it’s only proper.”
“Heh.” England smirked. “Here we go again. Ignorant American! Not remembering international law. Don’t you know that the United Nations technically isn’t the United States?”
Judging by America’s stunned face, England gathered that no, he didn’t.
“It’s considered international territory -- as in, not part of you,” continued England.
“But … but we both have ‘united’ in our names! That’s gotta count for something!”
“No, sorry.” England flashed a devious grin as he placed his hands on his hips. “So there’s no way you can make me pledge allegiance.”
“Is that right …” America stated rather than asked.
“Of course it is,” said England as he started to walk away. He smirked to himself for getting in the last word.
He didn’t see the mischievous glint that suddenly appeared in America’s eyes. Its presence graced his features as soon as England had turned around. As England walked off, America watched his every step. Then as he figured England wasn’t going to turn back around, America started to trail him.
He followed him past the UN building, pedestrians, and sidewalk vendor carts. He walked at the same speed to keep a safe distance. His eyes remained locked ahead on his target, watching for that exact moment.
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Pledge of Allegiance
England watched him with crossed arms and a scowl.
Outside the United Nations, the colorful parade of flags waved in the wind. The extensive display of national symbols represented almost every country on the planet, but there was only one America would look at. He stood at the foot of his own flag looking up.
England furrowed his large brows. How selfishly annoying that America had eyes only for himself. How dare he ignore every other flag around and stare so longingly at his own. It was creepy, England thought. America seemed to be in a trance, as his gaze remained locked on the red, white, and blue banner.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?”
England had walked up quietly, but spoke loudly, trying to annoy him with a startle. It didn’t work, and it wasn’t until he was only a few feet away that England realized that America was whispering to himself.
“What are you saying? Hey!” England waved a hand in front of America’s face. “Idiot! I’m speaking to you! Don’t you dare ignore me, damn it!”
America’s right hand was on his chest, right above his heart. His other, which had been at his side, moved up to casually knock England away. His expression didn‘t change as he continued speaking.
“Bollocks!” exclaimed England as he caught himself from falling. “Don’t shove me!”
America’s innocent smile was still there. He suddenly finished speaking, removed his hand from his heart, and then his smile abruptly disappeared.
“Don’t YOU ever interrupt me while I’m pledging allegiance,” said America. “That’s just disrespectful.”
So that‘s what America was doing, England thought. He rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot for pledging allegiance to yourself.”
America‘s smile returned again as he gave the flag a salute. “I think you should do the same!”
“Pledging allegiance to yourself is ridiculous, you dumb git.”
He continued the salute. “No. I mean pledge allegiance to the flag.”
“Of you? Ha!” England scoffed. “Good luck with that one.”
“Hey, when you’re in MY country, you should respect it. And it’s only proper.”
“Heh.” England smirked. “Here we go again. Ignorant American! Not remembering international law. Don’t you know that the United Nations technically isn’t the United States?”
Judging by America’s stunned face, England gathered that no, he didn’t.
“It’s considered international territory -- as in, not part of you,” continued England.
“But … but we both have ‘united’ in our names! That’s gotta count for something!”
“No, sorry.” England flashed a devious grin as he placed his hands on his hips. “So there’s no way you can make me pledge allegiance.”
“Is that right …” America stated rather than asked.
“Of course it is,” said England as he started to walk away. He smirked to himself for getting in the last word.
He didn’t see the mischievous glint that suddenly appeared in America’s eyes. Its presence graced his features as soon as England had turned around. As England walked off, America watched his every step. Then as he figured England wasn’t going to turn back around, America started to trail him.
He followed him past the UN building, pedestrians, and sidewalk vendor carts. He walked at the same speed to keep a safe distance. His eyes remained locked ahead on his target, watching for that exact moment.
WikiLeaks strikes again, this time to tell us our government [Canada] prefers to talk to the United States without Mexico. (http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/opinions/opinion/canadas-nafta-two-step/article1939231/)
Canada being jealous and possessive of America and not wanting to share him with Mexico.
Male-older brother Mexico strongly preferred.
Canada being jealous and possessive of America and not wanting to share him with Mexico.
Male-older brother Mexico strongly preferred.
Seconded!!!! YAY possessive Canada!
Ukraine is only completely satisfied when there's breast stimulation involved. She can manage by herself for a while, but gets bored/desperate and decides to seek out someone who can do it for her- and settles on Austria cos he's bound to have super-clever fingers, right?
All things boobcentric; nipple play, titfucking, anything- but they're both really into it, not just reluctant!Austria doing her a favour.
Bonus: breast bondage, clamping, or something that's a little bit painful.
Bonus2: Austria's been secretly lusting after her for ages.
All things boobcentric; nipple play, titfucking, anything- but they're both really into it, not just reluctant!Austria doing her a favour.
Bonus: breast bondage, clamping, or something that's a little bit painful.
Bonus2: Austria's been secretly lusting after her for ages.
Ooooh. That is a do want. :3
I'd fill, but I'm bad at het 8D
I'd fill, but I'm bad at het 8D
For being a selfish lover, Turkey was cursed by England to become a genie bound in a bottle/lamp/box (be creative!) Whoever opens the container becomes Turkey's 'master' and he must pleasure them whenever they call on him. The only way he can break the spell is by serving the same person for 1001 nights. So Turkey serves under many masters and mistresses, some abusive and others neglectful, but whenever he even comes close to finishing his sentence, his container is lost/sold/traded away and he has to start all over with a new master.
So when Nation A picks him up, Turkey expects the same. However, his new master is kind, and strangely interesting. For the first time, Turkey thinks he might be falling in love ...
Basically I need smut: Turkey as an utter sex god (after hundreds of years, you'd think he'd know what he was doing!), bringing Nation A to orgasm multiple times etc.
Bonus 1: Nation A is Iceland, Hungary or Japan.
Bonus 2: Nation a is reluctant/freaked out at first, but isseduced moved by Turkey's story to help him.
Bonus 3: Turkey exploring this new-fangled thing called 'sex toys' with Nation A's body. And then becoming jealous of them and ravishing Nation A as punishment for enjoying them more than him XD
So when Nation A picks him up, Turkey expects the same. However, his new master is kind, and strangely interesting. For the first time, Turkey thinks he might be falling in love ...
Basically I need smut: Turkey as an utter sex god (after hundreds of years, you'd think he'd know what he was doing!), bringing Nation A to orgasm multiple times etc.
Bonus 1: Nation A is Iceland, Hungary or Japan.
Bonus 2: Nation a is reluctant/freaked out at first, but is
Bonus 3: Turkey exploring this new-fangled thing called 'sex toys' with Nation A's body. And then becoming jealous of them and ravishing Nation A as punishment for enjoying them more than him XD
The idea that the "American Empire" is the mirror of the once powerful Rome is not uncommon. I'd love to see how Alfred would react if suddenly he saw Rome in his mirror and what would happen.
Bonus- Rome comes through the mirror
Bonus- Rome comes through the mirror
Have a microfill Anon. I may or may not continue this.
Despite (very) popular opinion, America wasn’t an idiot. He heard the things the other countries and their people whispered about him, or said to his face in some cases. That he was too young, too big, too idealistic, too nosy. Too powerful. Most people these days seemed to think he was too powerful, one way or another. He’d even heard someone (had it been England? It seemed like the kind of thing he’d say) compare him to that old dead guy, the Roman Empire. It wasn’t meant as a compliment, and he’d seen North Italy get very quiet after that comment. Quiet and sad, and he’d been very careful around America ever since.
It was all ridiculous anyway. America wasn’t an empire no matter what everyone else thought. He wasn’t too big or too powerful, and he was only young compared to all the relics over in Europe and Asia. And Rome? Pffft, the guy couldn’t have been truly awesome (even he had been a great big empire) if he was dead, and America was most definitely awesome. Awesome guys just didn’t collapse in on themselves.
But still people talked. They said the same things over and over; sometimes America dreamed about everything they said about him. He kept hearing that Rome comment. People compared him and that Rome guy so often sometimes America expected to look in the mirror and see him instead. And one day he did.
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There was a face in the mirror. This wouldn’t be unusual except for the fact that it wasn’t his face. America knew his face, and while it had a healthy glow it was not nearly that tan. Or that leathery. And his hair wasn’t brown and shaggy. The weird armor was definitely another clue that this face staring back at America from out of his mirror was most definitely not him.
America wasn’t an idiot, no matter what certain bushy-browed ex-Empires might say, so when the face in the mirror that wasn’t his smiled and waved at him and then leaned right out of the mirror holy fuck he did the only sensible thing. He broke down his bathroom door and ran screaming from the room.
“GHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST!”
Despite (very) popular opinion, America wasn’t an idiot. He heard the things the other countries and their people whispered about him, or said to his face in some cases. That he was too young, too big, too idealistic, too nosy. Too powerful. Most people these days seemed to think he was too powerful, one way or another. He’d even heard someone (had it been England? It seemed like the kind of thing he’d say) compare him to that old dead guy, the Roman Empire. It wasn’t meant as a compliment, and he’d seen North Italy get very quiet after that comment. Quiet and sad, and he’d been very careful around America ever since.
It was all ridiculous anyway. America wasn’t an empire no matter what everyone else thought. He wasn’t too big or too powerful, and he was only young compared to all the relics over in Europe and Asia. And Rome? Pffft, the guy couldn’t have been truly awesome (even he had been a great big empire) if he was dead, and America was most definitely awesome. Awesome guys just didn’t collapse in on themselves.
But still people talked. They said the same things over and over; sometimes America dreamed about everything they said about him. He kept hearing that Rome comment. People compared him and that Rome guy so often sometimes America expected to look in the mirror and see him instead. And one day he did.
______________________
There was a face in the mirror. This wouldn’t be unusual except for the fact that it wasn’t his face. America knew his face, and while it had a healthy glow it was not nearly that tan. Or that leathery. And his hair wasn’t brown and shaggy. The weird armor was definitely another clue that this face staring back at America from out of his mirror was most definitely not him.
America wasn’t an idiot, no matter what certain bushy-browed ex-Empires might say, so when the face in the mirror that wasn’t his smiled and waved at him and then leaned right out of the mirror holy fuck he did the only sensible thing. He broke down his bathroom door and ran screaming from the room.
“GHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST!”
Established couples Russia/America and Prussia/Canada decide to have a foursome at Canada's request. Superbottom America please (because I read this somewhere and it made me laugh).
Also Russia and Prussia love twincest but are always kinda mean/snarky with each other (bonus if they get it on and like it).
Another bonus if Canada and Russia are possessive with America and Russia's like wtf with Canada over it.
Also Russia and Prussia love twincest but are always kinda mean/snarky with each other (bonus if they get it on and like it).
Another bonus if Canada and Russia are possessive with America and Russia's like wtf with Canada over it.
Seconded for the Canada&Russia possessiveness~...and the sexy foursome ;)
You know you want it~
So, if nations occasionally want to have a little fun with humans, who do you think would be the most willing, hmm? I'm sure there's plenty of fans who would eagerly volunteer ~__^
Any kink (except really extreme ones-ask if you're not sure), any nation (except micronations, please). Just lots of sexiness with a nation (or nations - I'm not against 3-somes) of choice.
And consensual is important. Also, um, it might be best to have a variety of nations; maybe some of the less popular ones too... I don't mind the popular ones, but it'd be nice to not get like six Englands and no one else, for example.
Go wild, anons! I believe in you!
So, if nations occasionally want to have a little fun with humans, who do you think would be the most willing, hmm? I'm sure there's plenty of fans who would eagerly volunteer ~__^
Any kink (except really extreme ones-ask if you're not sure), any nation (except micronations, please). Just lots of sexiness with a nation (or nations - I'm not against 3-somes) of choice.
And consensual is important. Also, um, it might be best to have a variety of nations; maybe some of the less popular ones too... I don't mind the popular ones, but it'd be nice to not get like six Englands and no one else, for example.
Go wild, anons! I believe in you!
Belgium/Spain, Seychelles/France, Hungary/Prussia - Girls After Guys, Clubbing
(Anonymous) 2011-03-17 03:17 am (UTC)(link)Belgium, Hungary and Seychelles (she should be a bit older ... 19ish?) go clubbing. They meet the BTT there and proceed to thoroughly seduce and dominate them. The guys are surprised ... but pleased.
Please have the girls acting as sexually aggressive as possible without becoming too OOC. Like, Hungary could act like a tomboy/guy (buying Prussia drinks, telling jokes, feeling him up), Belgium could tease and drop clever sexual innuendos, and Seychelles could act fake-innocent while grinding with France on the dance floor etc.
Bonuses:
1. The girls drag their guys into the same motel, which has thin walls, so they have a competition to see who can make their guy scream the loudest.
2. One of the girls brings a strap-on in her purse. It's not Hungary.
3. In the morning, the girls get together and brag to other jealous girl!nations about how much tail they got last night.
Please have the girls acting as sexually aggressive as possible without becoming too OOC. Like, Hungary could act like a tomboy/guy (buying Prussia drinks, telling jokes, feeling him up), Belgium could tease and drop clever sexual innuendos, and Seychelles could act fake-innocent while grinding with France on the dance floor etc.
Bonuses:
1. The girls drag their guys into the same motel, which has thin walls, so they have a competition to see who can make their guy scream the loudest.
2. One of the girls brings a strap-on in her purse. It's not Hungary.
3. In the morning, the girls get together and brag to other jealous girl!nations about how much tail they got last night.
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MWA HAHA HA HA -hops on the express train to hell-
One summer as a coming of age thing, Nation A takes it upon himself to teach his younger brother all about sex, through hands-on experience of course. They can be any age, shota is not at all required. Start small, from kissing lessons all the way up to bondage and S&M. Dub-con in the beginning is fine, but I'd like the little brother to get into it after a while.
The only things I'm against is scat, vore, and watersports. Note that I don't consider USUK or Franada to be brotherly pairings, as UK and France are more of father-figures.
One summer as a coming of age thing, Nation A takes it upon himself to teach his younger brother all about sex, through hands-on experience of course. They can be any age, shota is not at all required. Start small, from kissing lessons all the way up to bondage and S&M. Dub-con in the beginning is fine, but I'd like the little brother to get into it after a while.
The only things I'm against is scat, vore, and watersports. Note that I don't consider USUK or Franada to be brotherly pairings, as UK and France are more of father-figures.
Wait... incest + sex mentoring + possible shota?
SECONDING FROM HELL! :D
SECONDING FROM HELL! :D
Total battle for dominance, history is optional but appreciated. Switching would be awesome, otherwise, no top/bottom preferences.
Gilbert turns 18 and his first order of business is to go off campus and purchase as much toys/lube/condoms as he can with Austria's stolen wallet. This is all preperation for him and Ludwig's first time to finally have sex!
They usually only dry-humped/Frotted/Fingered before
Humorous please! With Gilbert coming back with an armload of strange toys & things and Ludwig bewildered by it. Whoever tops is up to the Anon~
Bonus: Prostate Vibrator. <3
Bonus: When they finally have sex, it's tender and loving.
Bonus: Cuddling afterwords :3
Captcha: 'small opal' You want jewels involved?
They usually only dry-humped/Frotted/Fingered before
Humorous please! With Gilbert coming back with an armload of strange toys & things and Ludwig bewildered by it. Whoever tops is up to the Anon~
Bonus: Prostate Vibrator. <3
Bonus: When they finally have sex, it's tender and loving.
Bonus: Cuddling afterwords :3
Captcha: 'small opal' You want jewels involved?
Re: Prussia/Germany/Prussia - First Time Sex (Gakuen AU)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-17 03:25 am (UTC)(link)Uh, you don't need to be 18 to buy condoms or lube, FYI.
Re: Prussia/Germany/Prussia - First Time Sex (Gakuen AU)
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I'd like to see human AU fic, focusing on the change, from friends to lovers. Especially if it goes into detail about the idea of "this person whose body I'm touching used to be just a friend." Any pairing is fine except Spamano.
Bonus: England
I'd like to see human AU fic, focusing on the change, from friends to lovers. Especially if it goes into detail about the idea of "this person whose body I'm touching used to be just a friend." Any pairing is fine except Spamano.
Bonus: England
The title line says most of it for me, but I'd like fic with military-related kinks, like guns, uniforms, discipline, calling each other by rank. Order doesn't matter
... are you me?
Seconded!
Seconded!
Nation A has sex with Nation B when Nation B is in another form (werewolf, werecat, demon, dragon, etc. B should retain largely human characteristics, but an animalistic mentality) Nation B does not remember anything when they change back. Nation B knows that they have a curse, but can't control it. Sometimes they wake up naked in the middle of nowhere and wonder how they got there. This goes on for a while, and Nation B's 'animal' self begins to remember Nation A, and seeks them out/expresses pleasure at their presence. Meanwhile, Nation B is beginning to have the strangest dreams ...
Nation A really cares about Nation B but has trouble expressing it when he's human. He began having sex with Nation B because he was trying to prevent Nation B from hurting others/himself during one of his 'changes'
Bonus
- Fantasy AU!
Nation A really cares about Nation B but has trouble expressing it when he's human. He began having sex with Nation B because he was trying to prevent Nation B from hurting others/himself during one of his 'changes'
Bonus
- Fantasy AU!
The first time it happens, Matthew is a mess.
The blond forces himself up shakily, tremors running up and down his forearm. He pants softly, eyes screwing shut as the disgusting mixture of blood and semen sluices down his thighs, rivulets of rust and pink stain his pale skin and Matthew almost gags when a crippling pain shoots up his spine.
His trousers are tattered as is his shirt. Deep slashes on his hips and lower back sting and the blond fervently prays that Arthur doesn’t remember this.
With one final look at his colonizer, Matthew holds back a sob and hurries back into the manor, refusing to look back at the hedge maze where the still transformed man lay unconscious.
But he thinks of India and the terror in her eyes. She will wake up and think it was all a dream, but Matthew will scrub his skin until it is pink and raw and hate himself, but know it was for the best.
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“What was that?” James asked breathlessly, clinging to Matthew as the blond dashed through the foyer and into the kitchen. “Looked like a giant cat—“
“Hush!” Matthew scolded, pushing the boy into the cupboard, thankful that Arthur liked to play before pouncing. “You know better than to disturb Arthur at night. Why couldn’t you have just listened like Michael and Sarah?”
The sandy-haired child looks upset, bright eyes glimmering at the sharp tone in the older boy’s voice. Matthew softens, just so, and sighs.
“Stay here.” He ordered softly, spindly fingers petting the other’s hair. “And please, Jamie, don’t come out until I come to get you.”
The imp of a boy nodded, drawing up his scrapped knees so Matthew could close the cupboard.
It is then that there comes an inhuman growl and Matthew breaks for the rest of the kitchen, dodging objects, until he reaches the servant’s entrance and practically throws himself outside. The moment he lands on the soft grass, he pushes up and attempts to make it as far away from the manor as possible.
He doesn’t hear anything.
Until a very heavy body tackles him two feet from the rose bushes and knocks the breath out of him.
Matthew groaned, head slamming against the ground painfully. He blinked blearily, coming face to face with a pair of unnaturally glowing green eyes.
The moon gleams above, mocking and full and bright.
The fourth time it happens, Matthew closes his eyes, bares his neck so the creature can nuzzle his pulse point. He shudders, twisting his face away when a rough tongue laves the soft skin. A growl trembles between them and coarse, sand-colored hair brushes against his mouth.
“I love you.” Matthew whispered to the crouching transformed man above him. It is less to charm the beast (who could not understand him, regardless), but rather to convince the Canadian just why he puts himself through this torment.
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Arthur wakes up at first light, uncovered skin sticking to the dewy grass. He looks around blearily, his sandy-hair greasy and body stiff. The morning is still faded and white and the English nation groans, realizing he is naked and that it happened again.
“Bloody fuck.” He muttered, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand. “How on earth did I get here though? I was locked in my study—“
“Apparently it wasn’t a very good lock.” Alistair growled, tossing a shawl at his younger brother. “Cover your arse. Can’t have Lord Britannia look indecent.”
Arthur scowled, tugging the wool shawl off his hand and staggering to his feet. He glared at the Scottish man, lip curling disdainfully. “You’re up early. I thought you’d be sleeping off your drunkenness.”
“The laddies woke me up.” The red-haired man shrugged, already heading towards the manor house. “Jamie’s been going on and on about a giant hairy cat.” He decided not to mention that the colony was the one who picked the lock. Instead, he gave the younger man a severe look.
Arthur bristled.
The blond forces himself up shakily, tremors running up and down his forearm. He pants softly, eyes screwing shut as the disgusting mixture of blood and semen sluices down his thighs, rivulets of rust and pink stain his pale skin and Matthew almost gags when a crippling pain shoots up his spine.
His trousers are tattered as is his shirt. Deep slashes on his hips and lower back sting and the blond fervently prays that Arthur doesn’t remember this.
With one final look at his colonizer, Matthew holds back a sob and hurries back into the manor, refusing to look back at the hedge maze where the still transformed man lay unconscious.
But he thinks of India and the terror in her eyes. She will wake up and think it was all a dream, but Matthew will scrub his skin until it is pink and raw and hate himself, but know it was for the best.
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“What was that?” James asked breathlessly, clinging to Matthew as the blond dashed through the foyer and into the kitchen. “Looked like a giant cat—“
“Hush!” Matthew scolded, pushing the boy into the cupboard, thankful that Arthur liked to play before pouncing. “You know better than to disturb Arthur at night. Why couldn’t you have just listened like Michael and Sarah?”
The sandy-haired child looks upset, bright eyes glimmering at the sharp tone in the older boy’s voice. Matthew softens, just so, and sighs.
“Stay here.” He ordered softly, spindly fingers petting the other’s hair. “And please, Jamie, don’t come out until I come to get you.”
The imp of a boy nodded, drawing up his scrapped knees so Matthew could close the cupboard.
It is then that there comes an inhuman growl and Matthew breaks for the rest of the kitchen, dodging objects, until he reaches the servant’s entrance and practically throws himself outside. The moment he lands on the soft grass, he pushes up and attempts to make it as far away from the manor as possible.
He doesn’t hear anything.
Until a very heavy body tackles him two feet from the rose bushes and knocks the breath out of him.
Matthew groaned, head slamming against the ground painfully. He blinked blearily, coming face to face with a pair of unnaturally glowing green eyes.
The moon gleams above, mocking and full and bright.
The fourth time it happens, Matthew closes his eyes, bares his neck so the creature can nuzzle his pulse point. He shudders, twisting his face away when a rough tongue laves the soft skin. A growl trembles between them and coarse, sand-colored hair brushes against his mouth.
“I love you.” Matthew whispered to the crouching transformed man above him. It is less to charm the beast (who could not understand him, regardless), but rather to convince the Canadian just why he puts himself through this torment.
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Arthur wakes up at first light, uncovered skin sticking to the dewy grass. He looks around blearily, his sandy-hair greasy and body stiff. The morning is still faded and white and the English nation groans, realizing he is naked and that it happened again.
“Bloody fuck.” He muttered, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand. “How on earth did I get here though? I was locked in my study—“
“Apparently it wasn’t a very good lock.” Alistair growled, tossing a shawl at his younger brother. “Cover your arse. Can’t have Lord Britannia look indecent.”
Arthur scowled, tugging the wool shawl off his hand and staggering to his feet. He glared at the Scottish man, lip curling disdainfully. “You’re up early. I thought you’d be sleeping off your drunkenness.”
“The laddies woke me up.” The red-haired man shrugged, already heading towards the manor house. “Jamie’s been going on and on about a giant hairy cat.” He decided not to mention that the colony was the one who picked the lock. Instead, he gave the younger man a severe look.
Arthur bristled.
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